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I tried to smile back, a little, but it didn’t happen.

If this guy wasn’t so obviously gay, that ass slap would’ve really fucking bothered me. This whole conversation would’ve bothered me.

Kinda did anyway.

“It’s very warrior-chic,” Devoid announced, looking her over. “But the pièce de résistance…” He reached for what looked like a hat box on one of the tables.

Summer gasped. “It came already?”

“Baby, I only work with the best.” He lifted the lid off the box and held it out to her, like he was presenting a crown to a royal. “Custom-made to our exact specifications.”

Summer reached in and pulled out what was obviously some kind of headpiece. He helped her put it on. It looked like a tall, stylized mohawk; a strip of white leather ran down the middle of her head, with a plume of white feathers in a line.

“You need a sword,” Devoid concluded.

Summer laughed. “Music is my weapon, sweetheart.”

He turned to me again. “Would you dance for this woman?”

“I might,” I forced out.

Summer smirked. She checked out her reflection again, gushed, “Love,” then removed the headpiece and handed it to Devoid. “Wearing it at the Toronto show.”

Devoid seemed thrilled.

He said something flirtatious and put the headpiece back in the box, but I didn’t even see him anymore. I couldn’t stop staring at Summer.

Her toned thighs in that short dress…

She smiled at me a little, when she caught me staring, her pale-blue eyes meeting mine… and my heart creaked in my chest under a thick layer of ice.

I barely clocked what was happening as Devoid reached to unzip the dress and she peeled it down—shaking it down over her shoulders, so her tits jiggled obscenely in her nude bra.

I looked away again.

My balls were fucking aching.

I really wasn’t sure if Devoid was embarrassing her… or if she was loving the fact that I was sitting through this, and I was uncomfortable as hell.

Either way, I sat through five more outfits—and the near-nakedness in-between—before it was finally over.

Devoid’s lack of subtlety? It extended to his clothing designs. Every outfit looked a lot more like lingerie for some bawdy burlesque show than actual clothes.

By the time Summer slipped back into her wrap dress and said goodbye to him, I was covered in sweat. My cock had been hard so long, everything was kind of a blur.

All I could think about was jacking off. Soon.

With visions of Summer in her see-through underwear in my head.

Chapter Thirteen

Ronan

“So?” Summer said. “What did you think?”

We’d just walked out of Devoid’s studio, and she was glowing.

I was throbbing. My whole body was thumping with arousal, and now that we were outside, it didn’t feel any better. More like I realized how intense my reaction to her changing in front of me was.

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